After Christmas, when I was doing all my bargain shopping, I bought the “Grow a Tree”, genuine tree seed germination kit. This 100% guaranteed kit gives you ever thing you need. Just add water and sunshine. I followed directions to the letter. I bought good soil, it gets sun, water and love. I’ve been watching since February, sometimes it takes 45 days. That has come and gone. Today, I got a weed from my really good soil. The weed is thriving in the sun. I hate to lose. Ebay is sending me a Baby Blue Spruce, just in case my seeds don’t germinate. I am going to win. It’s going to dazzle, that’s how I roll!
“Mrs. Murray, Mrs. Murray is this my Art Day:?
“Yes it is Sergio”.
“I’m so excited; it’s my happy place”.
“Can I make my dragon any color”? ” Of course you can.”
Sergio and I have a lot in common.
Art is my happy place too.
Met my friend for breakfast today.
She is 10 years younger.
We have boys the same age.
We have all grown up together.
She is a trust fund baby; I’m a teachers daughter.
She is married to a control freak, my husband is laid back.
She wears conservative golf clothes, I’m an artsy funky chick.
She has a Florida retreat, I have a cabin in Wisconsin.
Our boys went to grade school, high school, and University of Illinois together.
We have remained friends not because of our children.
We like each others company.
The kind of friend that sticks around because we work at it.
These are the best kind.
Hey, writing friends, I got that dreaded email that my friend in California was diagnose with pancreatic cancer. I need your prayers for her.
We met freshman year in college, joined the same sorority and traveled Europe with backpacks after graduation.
I. Joanne Simmons is from LaFayette, Illinois. It’s in the middle of nowhere in downstate Illinois. Less than 300 people, 21 in her graduating class, 3 boys, 2 were her cousins. After teaching in a River Town on the Mississippi; she and a friend drove to California for a different life. Joanne didn’t return to teaching but worked in an upscale shop in a hotel and became a partner in the store. She is a gentle soul, the epitome of a healthy eater and a fitness nut. So why her and what can I do to help? Please pray for her.
It started with a small sore on her navel; her doctor didn’t have a clue what it was so she went to a dermatologist who wasn’t sure but didn’t feel comfortable with her leaving without a biopsy. It came back as metastasized ….pancreatic cancer. What kind of fairness is that? Please pray for her
She started Chemo the next day and is on a vengeance to beat this. I believe the Power of Prayer will help her too. Please jump on my wagon..thanks.
Even if you are not an Artist; you can chalk paint. Annie Sloan is the best paint but there are other brands almost as good or you can make your own. You can take an old piece of furniture and give it a new face. It is a transformer of trash to class. I have chalked a chair, a table, a stool, an old wooden chest and a number of picture frames. It comes in many colors. You can crack the finish, seal it with a clear wax, or distress it with a dark wax. Chalking is a relaxing form of creativity. Start small, it’s addicting. People that chalk paint can be obnoxious because we talk about it way too much and compare techniques. The next time you have some spare time, don’t read, don’t write, CHALK IT UP! This is not a slam on books or the pen; it’s just a change of expression.
When I had my boys, I thought maybe they should have a pet. My husband and I both worked out of the house so a dog was out of the question. We are not cat people. My oldest son wasn’t interested. so I thought maybe I missed the bullet. When my youngest son brought up the pet thing, I said “like what”…My friends all have hamsters! Hmmmm? Feeling guilty and against my better judgment, I took him to PetSmart. We bought the cutest “brown bear hamster”. The whole package was over $100 but he was so happy. The clerk said give him a couple days and then start interacting with him, holding, feeding by hand so he is comfortable. On the fourth day, I said to Matt, you should try holding him so he is use to the person that is going to take care of him. (that was the deal) He held him and then said, ” I can’t stand the way his feet feel on my skin.” REALLY.!!! ” But don’t take him back, I’ll just watch him”.
So, mom, took care of buddy “the hamster” and Matt watched. All of the “friend” hamster’s met their demise. But ours just kept right on for over 2 years…I came home from school one day and Matt and his day had just buried Buddy in the back yard. Matt made a sign “best pet ever”. Sometimes, watching is enough.
In celebration of the Easter weekend, I wore sandals. I painted my toes and let me feet breathe out of boots. It was raining but I didn’t care, I knew it would let up and moderate. Not so much. I travel to another school during the day. So at lunch, I waded through 2 inches of ice cold rain in my really cute sandals to my car. It didn’t matter, in a couple hours, I’m on vacation.
The drive home was uneventful but the temp was dropping; What could that mean? I brought all my bags into the house and relaxed. As a gazed out of my kitchen window, my forsythia bushes were in full bloom. This is definitely Spring. Within the next twenty minutes it rained, sleeted and snowed huge flakes. The sun peeked through the clouds but only for a minute. Mother Nature, you never cease to amaze me. Tomorrow, I’m going to wear sandals. Why? I’m on vacation.